The True God

1 John 4:8

Do you desire to ruin God?  Then turn

Him to abstraction.  Say that he is love

Instead of Lover.  Lovers want to burn

Us, brand us, mark us, lift us up above

With tongs of passion, fill us overspilled

With liquid life, or send us spinning through

Those moons unknown, unknown till we are thrilled

With colors not imagined, bluer blue,

More true than overzealous blue and more

Encrazed than azure in the heart of Zeus

When he first saw young Ganymede and bore

Him up and filled him up with nectar juice.

  A love is better, best when lovers smell,

    Is best inside you when you feel him swell.